The fog wrapped the trees
In a soft enveloping blanket
Sending my thoughts drifting
To a happier time.

Long ago
English class
On a bus

Driven around bumpy
Gravel roads
Asked to write
That which came to mind.

My thoughts were young and silly
More interested in young men
Grumpy that I
Was being forced to write
With not a sensible thought at hand.

But still
I remember THAT day
A thick fog upon the land
Wafting up
Steamy and dreary like
From the dimly lit pond

And always now
When I see the fog
I feel the remembrances
Of that day

Sleepy teenagers
Freshly showered
Soapy smells
and maybe some not

So long ago
So innocent
Memories always with me
As I go